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Distraction

The fawn faltered,
Released an eye towards
A crimson dawn,
Bequeathed its blood unto the land:
Out of air
The carnivore –
Sleekness blurred in hooks, blades, bite;
Flesh feeds flesh -
DNA in a just-is world.

Submitted: Friday, February 03, 2012
Edited: Friday, February 03, 2012


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  • Diane Hine (3/21/2012 7:51:00 AM)

    Honest. Some truths just can't be romanticised.

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